Li Yuzong had been watching Prince Yong for a while, peering through a crack in the window of the hall.
He had practically watched Zhao Minghong grow up and knew his temperament well.
When a mischievous, boisterous child suddenly became quiet—too quiet—it meant he was brewing up trouble and was about to do something big.
Sure enough, Prince Yong lowered his head and charged straight for the main doors of Zhaoyang Hall.
Flicking his horsetail whisk, Li Yuzong moved with surprising agility, appearing before Zhao Minghong in a flash.
"My, my! Your Highness, you mustn't do this!" he cried. "This is the Holy Emperor's bedchamber! Trespassing is a capital offense."
Zhao Minghong glared at the chief eunuch who had appeared out of nowhere, foiling his plan.
His eyes darkened as he said sarcastically, "My Imperial Brother's life hangs in the balance in his chambers, yet Eunuch Li seems to be in high spirits. Not a trace of weariness on you."
